Bjorn’s careless words hung in the air, each one sharp and cutting as he stepped forward with an arrogant grin. “Hey, your daughter ran away. We lost that one. Give me the other one,” he said, his tone filled with a twisted sense of entitlement. Karol and Ingrid stared at him, their faces draining of color, utterly taken aback by his audacity.
“We paid dowry, remember?” Bjorn continued, his voice dripping with sarcastic amusement as he glanced at his father.
“Bjorn!” Gabriel barked, his eyes blazing with fury. The tension between father and son crackled through the room like a storm about to break. But Bjorn wasn’t finished, his grin widening as he looked at Gabriel, defiant and playful all at once.
“Dad, don’t waste your time on the one that’s missing. Just take the other one. And did
